Idou Anfa Casablanca

Me and Alex explored Rabat in the morning in hope to find enough food to get us to cassablanca. Whilst we were wandering round we got a bit lost and ended up in a really poor part of town where people where selling random things on blankets. A couple of the wierdest things for sale were a broken telephone and a big naked doll with a muddy face. One of them was also selling a metal pipe.

As we ...

... one that I do. If I moan and groan about my job, tell me that at least I have one that I really like and that as a woman with an education, I will always have options. If patrons at home have issues with their public libraries, tell them they have no idea how great they really have it. If one more male makes hissing, kissing or weird noises at me as I write this blog on a street bench near my hotel, I will have to stop writing and go take a nap. :)

... t worry, i knew many of you would be upset that i'm letting these beautiful olives go to waste, so my pockets are full, and should be ok as long i'm not randomly checked at the airport...uh oh. i took a day trip to Marrakesh the other day. with me, i had my Lonely Planet guidebook, my camera, a book for the 3hr. train ride, 2 baguettes and 2 hard-boiled eggs (that i harvested from the free breakfast buffet at the hotel). Patagonia really needs to design a coat with more ...

... Unfortunately I got about half way through the cleanup when I started feeling sick myself. I ended up throwing up four times before falling asleep that night because I think the rocking on top of all the henna dust that was entering my body through my nose and mouth during the cleanup was just too much for my stomach to handle. I put the other half of my seasick patch on and got in bed. (Don't worry I felt better in the morning but more to come later...)

... along the way and set off to experience the rest of the country in 5 days (quite an impossible task if you ask me). We moved to Marrakech and Dad was able to squeeze in a round of golf after spending a morning touring the local sights including a mortuary which was a thousand years old, and an old palace with beautiful rose bushes. While he golfed, our driver showed me the rest of Marrakech, including hundreds of acres of olive gardens owned by the royal family (Morocco is a ...

... every couple of streets by a person with their hand out for the spare change from the ``rich western'' tourists walking around. I think on day one I was approached about 5 times in one hour; and while in the first case I did give 5dh (it is never enough, they ask for more of course), if you were to provide for every request you would go broke quickly. All of them (bar the youngest) had a rudamentary grasp of multiple languages other than arabic including english, spanish, french ...

... de algumas horas a espera de boleia e mais um falso alarme, encostou o Driss, senhor simpatico e generoso que começou logo por me oferecer pequeno almoço na estação de serviço entre Rabat e Casa, o meu primeiro « pain au chocolat », mas chocolate nem vê-lo. Nenhuma das cabines disponiveis funcionava com moeda. Paciência, depois vejo isso. Fui conversando com o Driss e ele foi me dando algumas dikas de coisas importantes a saber em arabe, visto que até então ...

... Its minaret is the world's tallest at 210 metres (689 ft). Built on reclaimed land, almost half of the surface of the mosque lies over the Atlantic water. This was inspired by the verse of the Qur'an that states "the throne of God was built on the water". Part of floor of this facility is glass so worshippers can kneel directly over the sea; above, spotlights shine at night from the top of the minaret toward ...

... was in front of us. Alas, he too had never heard of the Jewish Museum and joked about the veracity of our source of information. Something of a ...

9 am train to Casa then a long and winding taxi to our hotel (it took some finding). Straight out to lunch at the seafood restuarant Du Port De Peche. It was absolutely packed and we had to wait about 20-30 mins for table. Our waiter could somehow tell that we were not locals and brought out a plate of seafood that we could just point at to ...